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How Dare That Shiksa In Rebuffing A Member Of “God’s Chosen People” Sexual Advance!
I guess she did not want to experience things that Kosher! Maybe it is a good thing. In that it might get her away from Kabbalah and that Evil Center.

A difficult relationship with my father and two siblings (all very close to one another and much more professionally and socially successful than me) and my ensuing quest for self-improvement (from within my spirit rather than in the context of the rat race) led me to the Kabbalah Centre in 2004.

Shortly after that, I became involved in a secretive personal relationship with Yehuda Berg, the co-director of the Centre, who was and is still married to an Israeli woman named Michal. The couple has 5 children.

My relationship with Yehuda Berg involved my almost completely giving up control over my life.

The loss of privacy included giving absolute access to my electronic communications in favor of Yehuda Berg and of a number of people from his entourage, as well as absolute access to any aspect of my day-to-day affairs, the installment -by a team of security people- of surveillance cameras inside my home, even in the bathroom, and the constant searching for hidden recording equipment in every possible and imaginable corner of the apartment.

The argument was that the Bergs had many enemies and anyone could befriend me just to install recording equipment and collect information or even to hide inside the apartment and physically harm Yehuda Berg.

It was thought that those enemies of the Bergs who were mentioned but never named could have been spying on my electronic communications: and so started an almost 10-year long endless vicious cycle of fake messages sent from my email accounts with the intention of confusing those who could have been spying on me to get to Berg. Add to those fake messages instructions about what to say in them and where to send them from, in addition to similarly fake phone calls.

I was receiving such instructions concerning the secrecy of my relationship with Yehuda Berg daily, although daily usually meant the issuance several times a day of arbitrary, often contradictory, odd and whimsical instructions that were frequently but not exclusively presented as coming from Yehuda’s mother Karen.

Before a decade had passed, the constant scrutiny by Berg and his people, all growing increasingly bizarre, controlling and demanding as time went by (more on that later), coupled with the fear of being watched by those shadowy enemies of the Berg family, had created a pressure within myself such that my personality started to change, my fuse got shorter, and my outlook on life became bitter and jaded.